And so I thought that F3 would write something here to entertain the rest of the world while they have the time of their lives celebrating post-exam high. Most unfortunately, they have let me- the odd F1 out, and YOU, the reader down. So I guess you'll have to make do with listening to me rant on about how I've been sniffing and coughing and feeling tired these past few days... attack of the flu bug! I hate being ill. Especially when I'm overseas and I haven't got mummy-dearest to sulk to and elicit some sympathy from. I texted F3 the other day to wail about being ill... and only ONE lim jingwen was nice enough to tell me to take care, jiayou and don't tire myself out. One OTHER girl just kept saying that I'd get better if I acknowledged that she's Rainie Yang (?!) What kind of logic is that. And then the last of F3 told me to go see doctor, OR THINK OF BELFAST??! haha. Belfast would indeed be a happifying thought... but much as he is a medical student/doc-to-be, he still can't make me feel better. But that isn't the problem. Problem is, I can't find him to stare at la! hahaha. Jokes aside, I'm glad I've got good girlfriends to text home & complain about little things like that. I'm glad there's so much loving to go around F4. =)
Ok, it's probably high time I got back to my work. EXAMS are stressing me out. There's so much to do and my brain's so small and I'm so freakin' distracted by EVERY LITTLE THING.
Take care dudes and dudettes. Until F3 blogs again, I'd say I've done my part writing.
Love.
p.s. someone blog about the 78 outing can? why no story one?
No comments:
Post a Comment